Even minutes after John was dragged away from the waiting room, my body still felt stiff. Even as we walked down the corridors deeper into the estate, the sound of John’s harsh tones still echoed within me.
Other than some quiet words with the other guards — words that involved banning John from ever entering the estate for life — Vera kept silent.
And honestly, I was grateful for that. It gave me enough time to process my thoughts. Right now, my voice and energy were gone, sapped away by John’s rebuke.
I let out a sigh of relief when we finally stopped walking in front of a large door. I blinked, my eyes widening as I took in the sight of the door itself. It was probably — no, definitely — the grandest door I had ever seen in my life. It was made from red oak, but adorned and inlain
